Ragnarok
Worlds
Collide Book 1
by
Michael Smorenburg
Genre:
Fantasy, Romantic Suspense
A
secret NASA experiment gone wrong, the chaos that erupts, and one
reporter seeking the truth who chases leads where she shouldn't.
On
a flight from Paris to Los Angeles Tegan Mulholland is intrigued &
charmed by Pete, the mysterious stranger sitting beside her. But when
their plane almost falls from the sky and other jets in her vicinity
wink from the radar, the official explanations that follow reek to
Tegan's retired investigative journalist mind of cover up.
What
is not declared:
A
secret NASA experiment has warped a column of time instead of space,
plucking with it the planes out of our era, and a band of Norse
warriors from the Vinland colony millennia ago into our epoch.
Rowing
eastward and back to Iceland, the contrail of Tegan's plane appearing
after the strange aurora and moving westward high above, the Norsemen
conclude are Odin's order to return to Vinland and unknowingly toward
the modern day Canadian coast, where, just days--yet a thousand years
before--the skraeling Indians
had driven them out.
As
news reports flood Tegan's living room of bloodshed and massacre,
speculating about which gang of roughly dressed bearded marauders are
responsible for mass-murder around the quiet Canadian coast, Tegan
develops a hunch that there is more to the story than it seems. She
quits her Hollywood Exec job and embarks on an odyssey that leads
inexorably ever closer toward the Norsemen's hidden lair.
Only
Pete, the Lockheed consultant she had steadily fallen in love with
during the harrowing flight and since, has any hope of saving
her.
If
you enjoy intrigue, conspiracy and romantic suspense, Ragnarok will
grip your imagination and not let go.
Westbound Jet, Paris to LA, North Atlantic
Tuesday, 17 August (Present day)
Latitude: 57°01'09"N
Longitude: 15°56'00"W
Tegan slid into her seat and snapped the seatbelt closed. She opened the laptop, and the screen blinked to life with the forest of numbers and graphs she’d been working on ahead of her restroom visit.
Pete had been watching her work for the past hour. Sneaking peeks past the book he was reading.
He’d become intrigued at the speed of her nimble fingers. She’d tickle a row of numbers and the graphs would dance. She’d pause, nodding to herself.
Her fingers would execute another blur of activity and the graphs would obey. He’d seen enough.
“You not gonna bugger more with those, are you? I mean, how long can you torture the poor bluddy things.”
“Until they talk to me,” she smiled.
“What you hoping they’ll say?”
“That I get a Christmas bonus.”
He laughed.
“You all right for a yank. I mean, you a looker… that much is obvious. But you got balls too. I reckoned from the moment I saw you that you must be from the coast. New York or LA—being human-shaped an’ all that.”
“You sure do know how to chat up a girl, Mr. Outback.”
“Aww… you too kind.”
“Originally Maine; L.A. now.”
She went back to her work and he carried on scoping her.
“You were really gonna take a whizz out here under a blanket?”
She laughed, “What do you think?” She looked up from the screen a moment.
He interrogated her eyes for his answer.
“Yep… you’d ‘ve done it,” he concluded. “I like that. Tough lady.”
She smiled at him and returned to the figures.
“Seriously? You not gonna talk to me?”
“I’m talking, aren’t I?”
She smiled and looped a stray hair back behind her ear, secretly loving the distraction and his loose and easy chatter.
Michael
Smorenburg (b. 1964) grew up in Cape Town, South Africa. An
entrepreneur with a passion for marketing, in 1995 Michael moved to
California where he founded a business consultancy and online media
and marketing engine in the burgeoning internet. In 2003 he returned
to South Africa where he launched a security company. In 2015 he
divested of the business to write full time. Michael's greatest love
is the ocean, keeping up with the latest breakthroughs in science,
understanding the cosmos and sharing all he learns.
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